[2] The Green Room

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He started pulling my hand, then started to walk backstage to the green room.

If you don't know what a green room is, it's a room behind the stage where you get ready to go on and perform and stuff like that.

Well, when we got into that room, we ended up talking for a while before we went into there. Maybe around an hour or so.

There was a couch and it was pretty quiet in there besides the music playing softly in the background. It was a mix between Frank Sinatra and Panic! at the Disco. It was a pretty cool looking green room.

He pushed me on the couch, so I was sitting, looking up at him. He took off his shirt so quickly, and his abs were so noticeable, but he was covered in sweat.

It was such a dreamy moment.

I was in high waisted jean shorts, a dark, dark blue color and a tank top with a black sweater.

He quickly placed his hand under my chin, pushing it upwards so I looked all the way up at him.

His smile.

It kind of reminded me of the saying the Joker said to Harley, about its going to hurt, that's basically what it meant. I could tell, somehow.

He pushed me to the side, so I was laying on my back on the couch. He got on top of me, pinning my wrists down on the couch. It was like, he put me under a trance and I couldn't get loose.

He started to kiss my lips, shoving his tongue down my throat, I obviously kissed him back roughly, but I had to push him away so I could breathe.

He looked at me, and pushed my hair behind my right ear, smirking.

After a full on make out session that lasted a good 12 minutes, he got up quickly, and pulled my arms to make me sit up to the way we were before. He took off his black skinny jeans with the rips at the knees, and looked at me after he had a straight on boner.

It was just, there. It was huge I looked at it for a good 6 seconds just staring, not moving an inch.

Then, he started to rub it through his boxers. They were a dark navy blue color, similar to my shorts that I was wearing that day.

After he took off his boxers, he thrusted his 🍆 into my mouth, for a few minutes.

When I pulled away, he pushed me on my back and got on top of me again. He started to kiss my neck, sucking and giving me a trail of hickeys going down my chest and all around my neck and collar bone. He slid his hand into my shorts and rubbed me through my panties.

I started moaning softly, as he got rougher, and all of a sudden he slid his hand into my panties and started fingering me.

I swear this was a dream, but it couldn't be because I would have woken up by now probably.

His heavy breathing was so hot.

His tattoos and smile killed me every time I saw them.

When he got done fingering me, he started taking off my clothes. He slid off my shorts and my shirt.

I could tell he was extremely horny and he wanted it from me.

We did it.

He told me not to tell anyone about this, so I won't.

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